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Your words, I hear them
They throw me towards the wall
I stumble, trip
And somehow break the fall

Your stare, it kills me
I slam against the brick
It cracks as I crumble
It leaves me feeling sick

Your laugh, it tortures
And I swear I’ve broken through
As I lay in the rubble
Wishing I was you

And darkness falls away
Light pouring through the crack
I shove it all away
Forgetting to look back

Freedom, it calls
Begging me to run
I step through the mess I made
And turn back where I’ve come

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